Hi....It's me....Annie Grace,
It has been quite stressful for me the last couple of days. I am about ready to throw up. First, The Rock Star arrives with a huge heavy suitcase, now I grow very worried that she is here for more than a weekend. As she drags it in...I examine it with grave concern. Then she proceeds to open it and pull out numerous bottles of wine which I am able to have some relief as to WHY the suitcase is so heavy, next she drags out items of clothing most of which have fur trim, things hanging from them and most look like they need an instruction manual to put on. As they uncork one bottle I quickly make my way upstairs to find which items of clothing I shall rest on. Preferable black or navy...as my fur is more apparent. After analyzing the world, men and life in general over fermented grape juice off they go with a cloud of perfume left in their wake. I wait...and wait...all evening. Finally they arrive home.....loudly and late after meeting The Bean who also is in town. The Bean brought her mother and also dragged her to "Happy Hour". Apparently "Happy Hour" is more than ....an hour, with or without adult supervision. The whole weekend they blow in and then blow out. Next DiDi arrives......and we repeat it all over again. I might add the part about being locked in The Lady's closet for a bit but that is too traumatic for me to discuss again. So basically it's me......home...alone...holding down the abode. Needless to say, life is back to normal now. With all the snow gone I can hopefully breath a sigh of relief that there will be no more snow days...together, no more white fur hat and most of all no fox hunting. But that is just a fantasy. Now I am forced to sit and help The Lady figure out if the high heels are now possible for day time wear with the snow gone. Personally I could care less and would rather go sleep on top of the leather chair pretending I am an ornamental decoration which she can not see. But I don't. I feign interest and point out that perhaps she should try ALL of them on to make sure her ankles have not swelled. This should sent her into a tailspin for about 4 hours. Ciao
Thursday, February 12
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